I woke up to the smell of freshly cleaned carpets. You know the smell, a strong bleach-type aroma. My mother had been cleaning all morning. Holy shit, it was 12:07. I was still out of it from the day before, my 19th birthday. I sat on the edge of my bed for what seemed like twenty minutes, letting the air fill my nose, and exhaling it back into the dusty room.
I finally got up to go to my dresser and put some pajamas on. I could hear my mom vacuuming in the living room. I started to head to the door when I suddenly kicked something on the floor and it let out a yelp.
My dog. I kicked my dog. Whoops. I bent over in a squat position to pet him and apologize when I heard a sudden "RRRRIIIPP".
Aw, shit my damn pajamas ripped exposing my boxer-wearing ass. Oh well. I continued to pet Cujo our Boxer-Labrador mix and he got up begging for me to open the door. I opened it and he went flying out and my mother came around the corner.
"Oh, hi honey," she said while trying to avoid a speeding Cujo, "did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I slept fine, ma," I replied groggily.
"I have breakfast set on the table if you want."
I walked past her while she fiddled with the vacuum. Now, let me describe my mother. She was 42 years old, having me at a somewhat young age. She had nice flowing blonde hair, looking great for her age. She had very nice, smooth legs. She was very healthy looking. Not too big, not too skinny but just right. Her breasts were a nice D cup and she had a big firm butt.
I sat at the table, got my eggs, and my mom came over to talk.
"So, honey what's it like being a grown up now?"
I shrugged, "I dunno, mom it feels kinda the same. I guess there's really no difference."
"My, how time flies. You know it seems like just yesterday I-"
"I know, I know mom. It seems like just yesterday you were changing my diapers. Get over it, lady." I said with a smile.
"Listen here, you," she said as she hit my shoulder, "just 'cause you're 19 doesn't mean you can talk to ME like that."
"Oh really?" I said, getting out of my chair and getting in a fighting stance, "well, I don't like your tone."
"You don't wanna fight me, sonny"
"Oh, I think I do," I said as I lunged at her and picked her up by her waist, taking her over to the couch, and plopped her down.
"Hey, wait!" she said, laughing, "there's an age and gender difference! I'm too old and too weak!"
Dylan sat next to her on the couch and just looked at her while she tried to rearrange herself. For the first time, he really got a good look at her and saw how good-looking she was. Her breasts even looked great. She looked so... so... sexy.
Wait what the hell am I talking about? This is my mom! I can't be thinking about her like that.
"Well, Dylan, you definitely are stronger than me. I'm not like I used to be." she said with a chuckle.
"I guess not mom. I think I'll just be in my room for the day. If you need me just holler."
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My goodness, the way Dylan looked at me. I had never seen him look that way... it's kind of turning me on. No, stop it. What am I doing? I should just focus on cleaning the house. Although, I do wonder... what would he be like in bed? He's become such a strong young man. I bet he's even greater... down there... what would his size be?
NO!
You can't keep thinking like this. It's wrong. But then again, what would the harm be? I wonder if... maybe I could try something...
